#why he on all 4s

[invalidname19]

Cant wait to watching Spider-Man 2099: Across the Spider-Vers🙏

[drev-the-procrastinator]

Like. ok

ok 15 12s from the juries and zero (0!!!!!) 12s from the public taking the win from 2 12s from the juries and 18 12s from the public. ok. ok. sure

[ehh-is-the-name]

It's past 11 on a school night and I'm fucking crying over robot sentience.

I could never understand what it would feel like to be created with the intent to kill and maim. Maybe, the intent to work and be worked, but not kill and maim.

I will never understand what it's like to be created with the intention of being a product for the masses, either. I think, I hope, I beg, no one does.

I will never ever be able to fully comprehend why hours of people's work, time, and money would be put into formulating my sentience only for me to be seen as disposable. Even if I could be improved, even if I were "defective", there is no reasonable justification for giving me emotions only to dismiss them by pushing me as a product for a year before starting anew.

It's... It's cruel, to the machines. Sentient or not, it's cruel. Though, I guess we are cruel.

[the-acid-pear]

On: today i dreamt...

What started as a story about a group of gangster breaking into an abandoned (but not really?) prison to film their movie and being caught soon devolved into an international conspiracy filled with subplots about love and corruption, culminating with both groups that we thought were equally righteous finding out not everything was quite as it seems.

[pessimisticrunawaygalaxy]

i am so incredibly uncomfortable

[seungfl0wer]

Ellooo, it’s me again hehe, Wat do u think skz fave position are? As always tysvm :3

- Sunny ☀️

*OT8 Favorite Positions*

Genre: Smut duh

Warnings: Gender Neutral, Chocking, Sex (duh), Spanking idk if there’s really anything else.

Listen- these are just perfect to me lol. I even looked at a site to find good ones I think they’d really like. (The Site) it’s not p0rn it just shows you them no real nudity tbh. Just there to show you if you need a visual. Anyways- I might expand on these at some point cause a few of these I’d really love to write ideas for 🤭

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Bangchan: “Doggy”

He for sure loves doggy style, this man loves hitting it from the back being able to push balls deep into you. Being able to pull your hair, grab your throat or smack your ass. Another favorite is leaning himself down wrapping his arms around you just humping you like some feral dog. And can you imagine dom!chan “All 4s now” putting a leash or some shit on you!? Drooling

Lee know: “Reverse Cowgirl”

Ass man just wants to see it jiggle as you ride him. Perfect position to see his cock disappear in an out of you. Perfect view of your ass that he’s always touching. He’s either smacking it, rubbing it or got his nails in it. He’d have you cock warm him while watching something then just sit back and have you move for him. And when you’re not doing it fast enough or how he wants he’ll dig his nails into your hips pulling you down to take all of him.

Changbin: “Yourself on the shelf”

Basically just you up in the air while he either holds you or has you against the wall. He loves showing off his strength and he swears by this. Wanting nothing more to have you positioned in the air doing all the work to make you feel good. Would in fact be one of his favorite quickie ones too. Horny at work? Yall locking the door and doing this. He’ll find any excuse to too not that your complaining.

Hyunjin: “Face off”

I’m a firm believer of hyunjin loving you riding him. Kinda like the cowgirl. This one in particular is so intimate though. Holding onto you head in your chest as you ride him. Letting out all kinds of sounds feeling the closeness. Hands are free to roam your body feeling every inch of you. Being able watch your face in pleasure. He probably also really likes making out during sex so this position helps with that as well.

Han: “69”

I feel like Han has an oral fixation idk man, he loves going down on you making you squirm from his tongue or having you go down on him pushing your head down on his cock. So why not do both? The whines he that vibrate against your heat just- and the way his body just shudder as you take him all in. Be warned though in this position there’s no pull out game. He’s 100% cumming in your mouth cause he can’t bare to pull out or even notice how close his high is.

Felix: “Spoon”

Being the big spoon cuddling up to you, arms wrapped around you as he thrusts into you. This man would absolutely love the physical intimacy of it. Being able to just put his head into the crook of your neck and leave little marks. He’d whisper all sorts of things in your ear as he fuck you playing with your sensitive areas. “Y/n you feel so good taking it so well.” Definitely would be the type to burry his cock deep as he came and go “let’s just stay like this for a while” while you feel him just twitching inside you. I need to write this-

Seungmin: “standing wheelbarrow”

Kinda sorta like doggy but you’re bent over ass in the air legs wrapped around him as he holds your body up. He just like Lino loves seeing your ass just giggle. Being able to smack it as much as he wants. This is a position I think he does when he really needs to fuck you senseless. Like coming home from work just having a touch day and just wants to bed you over and take out his frustration that he always lets build up. He’s gonna bruise your ass with his snacks as he’s cumming deep. There would definitely be at least another round after this.

Jeongin: *Missionary*

Before yall say anything lemme explain. This is such a soft position. He loves being able to see your face as he pounds into you. All the pleasure that’s caused by him. Being able to wrap those beautiful fingers around your throat, play with your chest, and your sensitive areas all while still being able to pound into you? Sounds perfect to me. It’s also just so intimate to him, if he’s feeling shy she’s definitely blushing as he fucking you holding your hands tightly dropping down to put his head into the crook of your neck.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[ren-is-real]

Inanimate Insanity dash simulator (pre ep 16) (i will do more of this if this goes well probably)

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does anyone ever get so tired they start seeing spiders lol

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me when i lay down and hallucinate the horrors lmfao

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what

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Oh so this is not a safe place suddenly

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as an unbiased outsider im cheering for them both ^^ im so excited for the finale!!!!!!!!!!!

#idk what i'll do when this ends tbh #like damn. #we'll cross that bridge when we get to it!!

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any couple can be gay if they are bisexual and their genders are weird enough

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why did you post this directly after talking to me and test tube

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lightbulb why did y

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when you want to ask someone about something but the trek is IMPOSSIBLE and you will DIE (hes downstairs setting up a party im just scared)

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i am not giving you the aux to play green day at the party

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:(

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ok. two songs

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when a fake girl tryna act like me but im the only one there is

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REAL!!!!!

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who are you.

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hey didnt you die. or something

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hey anyone know where pickle is haha. anyone know his room number or amything lol like it would justs be fun to know,,, hagaha,,,, yeagh

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imagine using a run down website that hasnt been relevant in YEARS. you all need to get off and go touch some grass or something jfc

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you're literally using it?

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kill yourself

#you used to be cool man

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i drew some vent art about old stuff.. im better now!! im just letting off some steam haha

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this is so cringe

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you're cringe.

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trophy just ran to the bathroom sobbing

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greetings tumbler! i an steve cobs, C.E.O of the meeple company. i am looking to get in contact with a mephone! specifically mephone 4. (model 4s) any help is greatly appreciated!

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go back to twitter vro 💀

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trying a healthier outlook on life!! i'll tell yall how it goes!!

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i miss egg :( i wonder where the other one the aliens mentioned went. i hope it found a parent that loves it as much as i loved egg. i mean i wasnt the best parent but uh you get what i mean

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???????

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??????????what??????????

#why is steve cobs on tumblr get off

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i need a boyfriend except he's not a boyfriend and is just some weird british guy i drag around with me everywhere

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diversity win!! corrupt capitalist CEO of multimillion dollar company steve cobs is bisexual!

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who informed you of this.

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I WAS??? JOKING??????

#GUYS??? #STEVE COBS GAY ICON??? #HOLY SHIT #IM SCREAMING ITS HIS OFFICIAL ACCOUNT ITS NOT A GIMMIC #meeple

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as a member of the lgbt we do not accept steve cobs

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even when he changes the meeple logo to a rainbow during pride month we dont accept him

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just to clarify yang posted this not me -yin

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steve cobs being bi and accidentally admitting to it on tumblr was not on my 2024 bingo card ???????

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you'll be first.

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[azaarchiive]

GOJO SATORU; “you know that you’re my number one girl.”

COUNTDOWN;

sypnosis; your new year was welcomed with a kiss from the one and only gojo satoru. womaniser of the east quickly sees the damage it’s caused and starts to generate a little white lie pertaining both of your marital status to try and salvage both (mostly his) reputation.

notes; hi yalll out with an smau this time :3. this is a fem reader, youtuber reader x actor gojo. age gap, your 22 and he’s 29 (scandallll). little triangle with megumi added LOL (megumi is not gojos “child” in this… that would be weird..) (unless) (just joking). time stamps mean literally nothing in this, if i want yall to know a date, ill put a “ * “ to signify. that’s all i think, have funnn

- DM ME IF U WANT THIS BE IN THE TAGLIST

introductions; the tubers + nobara & maki | prime timers

1s - the invite

2s - so is a dog

3s - in the closet

4s - so quirky

5s - why not me?

6s - you thought we were?

7s - pushing 30

8s - i know what im doing

9s - i want a divorce

10s - which one?

11s - ur so cooked

12s - bro code

13s - cartier ring

14s - fun lore

- 14 1/2s google docs list

15s -

16s -

[gothghostiie]

more musk kink with price or soap im on my knees

why not both??

cw: musk kink/huffing, degrading, fingering, oral, creampie, risky place, gn!reader, another one that turned out longer than I meant it to

price is always a lil musky, no matter how much he showers, what cologne or deodorant he uses, he just is. soap much less, unless its after a mission or after training and he didn't get to shower yet - like today. you're training with soap, price just happens to watch. he's really pushing you, it's been a gold 1 ½ hours already, you're both sweaty and exhausted but naturally soap refuses to give in; instead set on making you tap out.

with that in mind he puts you in a nasty headlock, face pressed right into his armpit. your eyes widen, struggling as you try to hold your breath and push him away, but he's laughing in your face. "tap out and I'll let ya go." he says simply; unfortunately you're as stubborn as he is. price is watching with a chuckle; just as he's about to give soap a little nudge to let you go he's stopped by you - or more like the noise you make when you stop holding your breath. it's a high pitched, far too pleased moan, paired with your eyebrows furrowing and you pressing your thighs together. the two of them exchange knowing looks. "oh? y'like that? fucking nasty slut.." soap laughs, meanwhile price goes to pull your pants down, revealing how fucking horny you are - the gym is empty right now, so might as well make use of it.

your eyes widen and you blush, shaking your head as you panic a little at being exposed; but all it does is make you huff soaps scent more. your eyes roll back, hole clenching around nothing, making price laugh. "look at you.. eager aren't you?" before you can give a muffled answer he already pushes 2 fingers into your hole, stretching you open for what he knows is gonna come. fingering your poor hole, playing with your cock/clit - you can't help it, can't hold back. they already realised you're enjoying yourself far too much, so might as well properly enjoy yourself, right?

you start inhaling the scent deeply, one hand clinging to soaps shirt while the other one holds onto his tense biceps. your eyes are rolled back, your face flushed fully red as you get lost in the sensations, allowing soap to force your face deeper as his boner grows in his sweatpants. meanwhile price is still fingering your hole open, gruff voice throwing little praises at you to keep going, bury your pretty face in there good. only when you cum the both stop, but it's far from over. soap releases you, pushing you into prices arms who smiles at you, patting your red cheek gently - just to carry and throw you in position like a ragdoll.

he carries you to one of the little benches, sitting down on it and forcing you on all 4s. you watch him pull his pants down, not even realising that Johnny is kneeling behind you - only when he pushes inside you the realisation hits. lucky for your fogged up little brain price makes sure you can't think too hard, grabbing your head and forcing it between his thick thighs, making you huff his cock n balls while soap fucks you silly from behind, slapping your ass and degrading you for liking something this nasty.

you moan and grunt against prices skin, hairs tickling your face as you bury yourself deeper and deeper on him, licking and sucking at his thick cock while he keeps pushing your head closer. you get close to cumming far too soon, pulling away to speak to them - what a dumb little mistake honey. price scoffs, grabbing the back of your head and forcing it almost painfully to his crotch - catching you in a headlock as he swings his leg over your neck, making you unable to escape him while soap fucks you silly, cumming into your poor hole.

[saintescuderia]

pancakes (pt. 1)

welcome a new multi-chapter fic. enjoy.

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

P1 - bulgarian split squats

Really, the only way to survive Formula 1 was by going to the gym. 

The gym addiction was something that had existed long before joining the circus of a motorsports paddock filled with politics and rumours, as well as the slim fitting uniforms that always seemed to be accompanied by, in your opinion, ugly ass shoes. 

Sure, Puma was the offical sponsor but couldn’t they get anything other than the Speedcat? And what even was that name? Speedcat? It was on brand, sure, but at what cost? Really? If Formula 1 was trying to grow its popularity they could honestly start with their dress code. Seeing Christian Horner in Skechers really took the intimidation out of him when you served him his double espresso during the Spanish Grand Prix that one time last season. 

One of the perks of working in Hospitality - and there were very few far and in between - was that uniform was not so strict. F1 Hospitality only required an all black service with ‘comfortable shoes.’ This you took for interpretation. Dunks. Jordan 4s. Maybe 1s. Never 13s. Forces were good for a night race - that usually meant more stairs - and Vans were what you reached for in the morning when you knew you’d be working the barista shift. Converse were for ‘throw away’ races.

These were the races where you knew the shoe-care was not important. For example, Silverstone with its torrential UK drinkers who were likely to throw up on your beloved sneakers. Alas, you had learned the hard way when you almost lost your job by rushing to the kitchen to start scrubbing the vomit off your blue and red Cortez during peak lunch.

Never again.

Admittedly, you did try to keep at least one pair of Converse in good care since they were the renowned shoe come leg day. 

Another perk of working in F1 Hospitality was that every circuit’s map layout had been drilled into your head. Meaning you always knew exactly where the communal driver’s gym was located at and could therefore get your daily dose of dopamine before dealing with… well, everything.

You silenced the shrill horror that came from the iPhone alarm. 4:00 read the lockscreen, the light shining brightly into your face. It didn’t help that your wallpaper had a photo with a clear blue sky, making the light even harsher in the darkness. You could’ve very well changed it and avoid the pain you routinely go through every morning. But it was this very photo that reminded you why you were getting up in four in the morning in the first place. 

You had snapped it during a free practice in Italy that had miraculously lined up with a break in your shift. The sky was clear and the red car was small, but clear on the circuit. Ferrari, of course. You still remember the buzz that circled around the paddock staff that day. No matter who you routed for or whatever bias you had, there was a unanimously acknowledgement that Ferrari winning at Monza was special. He was special. 

Then again, you’ve known that long before he stood on that podium in Italy and was given his infamous nickname. 

It didn’t even take you ten minutes until you were out the door. Your gym clothes (pump cover included!) were on the one limpy chair that decorated your poor little hotel room, your shaker sat on top of your gym bag with you black high top Converse right beside it. By the time you had made it to the gym, it was a little past 4:15 and you had already scooped in pre-workout into your mouth ready to get through the oncoming pain. 

Your hips were a little tight, as per normal. The left side even more so. The hood of your hoodie was up, headphones on and blasting the hardstyle house music that would see you through the next two hours. You went through your usual stretches but with today’s added focus on the lower body. 

And then you went about destroying your legs. 

It was about an hour or so that Oscar finally sleepily arrived. You weren’t actually sure what time it was but you were up to doing bulgarian split squats - and hating life - and that was usually at the hour mark. You gave him a curious once over, noting the odd choice of clothing. It was a little odd to see a driver in the paddock wearing athleisure that wasn’t their team uniform.

“Bro, it’s five in the morning.” Oscar groaned, shuffling over to come and sit on the bench next to you. You gave another three more reps - Oscar silently watching you groan in pain through the last two - and then finally dropped the dumbbells. You reached over to take a sip of water and checked the phone for the time.

“It’s five thirteen in the morning.” You corrected. It had been just about the hour mark. “Are we training today or?” It wasn’t the first time Oscar had joined you. The reason his neck was getting stronger was because of you. In your opinion, the trainer Alpine had assigned Oscar was a fucking idiot.

“You’re doing legs.” Oscar pointed out, as if that was enough of an answer. He leaned to lay back down on the bench and stared up as he continued to speak. “Drivers don’t need bulky legs. We’ve been over this.”

You had. Many times. You knew he was right. It still would be nice to have someone to go through legs with you, though.

“So train with light weights.” You offered, trying. Oscar just gave you a look that made it clear he was not picking up any type of weights. You shrugged, not deterred. “I’ll do calisthenics with you. Or we can work on plyometrics.” Oscar’s response was to close his eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Fuck it man, do some cardio.” You came to the last resort, coming to kick his legs as you walked past to load up the smith machine with some different plates. 

“Piss off Tezza.” The Australian-ness continuing to shine through with the nickname that Oscar had specifically designed for you in respect of your shared citizenship to the ‘land down under.’

Except unlike the blond caucasian boy who loved AFL, grew up in Brighton East and attended Haileybury, your Australian-ness was less obvious. Your accent, for one, wasn’t as prominent since your parents were African immigrants. This, of course, didn’t just influence your speech patterns and accent.

Dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair, you weren't exactly the picture of a 'true blue Aussie.' The rite of public school bullying from those who did look 'Australian' (whatever that meant) had you scoffing at vegemite and preferring to follow EPL and La Liga than whatever the fuck was Aussie Rules Football.

Why is it called football if the players pick up the ball?

Still, when a homesick Oscar Piastri overheard one of the Hospitality staff yell out that that they were going for a 'Macca’s run' between the practice sessions on his very first F1 race weekend, he instantly picked up on the Australian-ism. And he didn’t let it go. And cue the beginning of a friendship that had Oscar Piastri calling you ‘bro’ and shortening your last name as per Australian rite.

Even if you had sworn off that sort of thing.

“Oscar, man, if you ain’t here to train then why are you?” You said, locking the plates in place on the smith machine. You lifted up your hood up and ducked under the bar to rest the metal against you shoulders, the hood acting as a cushion. The starting weight was light enough that you wouldn't have to worry about music for your first set. Besides, if Oscar was here, he could be the entertainment for this set. “You forget that this is a driver’s only gym. You could get in trouble." The sarcasm was all too clear in your voice.

No one used the ‘drivers-only’ gym. It was something that every Grand Prix had set up. Mobile, communal and high-end, it had enough equipment to rival the local 24/7 studio franchise gym that seemed to exist in every neighbourhood. Despite the fact that every driver preferred to train at their own motorhome gym - or that every team had their own mobile gym set up in conjunction to the motorhome - F1 still went about packing up and moving their own studio gym to every single location come race weekend.

If anything, it was a nice stop during the presentation walk during the sponsorship lunches where good old Stefano Domenicali would show off all the amazing resources that the Grand Prix space has to offer. 

So, no. F1’s Driver Gym was not used.

The only reason it wasn’t gathering dust was because every weekend it was packed up and moved. That and you woke up at 4am every weekend to destroy your muscles in the familiar red and black equipment.

"You're here." Oscar reminded you. "And not a driver."

You ignored him and just kept up with your repetitions, focusing on engaging your glutes and keeping your core tight. Oscar was silent as you finished your first set. When you finished your last rep, he stood up and came round as you locked the machine. He knew you well enough to pick up the 10kg and help add it to the sides.

"Thanks." You said. Oscar nodded and added the weight to the other side. There was a quiet air for a moment and you went to pick up your headphones to put them back on. Things were getting heavier and you would need music to get through the next few sets.

“I might be leaving Alpine.” 

You looked up at Oscar who dropped the bomb and then looked back at your headphones. You sighed and then dropped the headphones back to land in your gym bag. Headphoneless, you went back to the machine and Oscar took your invitation.

“Zak Brown approached me yesterday and suggested something about picking me up for next year.” Oscar said.

You just kept squatting. Oscar was far too removed to yet be aware of - well, everything.

“And with talk of Fernando quitting, I know that Alpine will be calling me up but do I trust that? Honestly Lando has been doing so well and Ocon has always pissed me off.” Oscar watched as you started to struggle.

He stood up and came around to help you but you just shook you head. You pushed through one more rep and then called it. 

“He does have a punchable face.” You said, now out of breath. Esteban had always annoyed you and before meeting Oscar, you used to dread the weekends where you were put on Alpine.

Your friend handed you the water bottle sat beside your gym bag before you could even ask. You gave a two finger salute in thanks as he continued on.

“And Lily and I got into this massive fight again! Apparently I don’t communicate enough!” He huffed. “But I sent her flowers and chocolates because she’s going through finals and she likes daisies and Cadbury."

“Yeah, but is that her love language though?” You asked, dropping your bottle and going to stack up the final set of weights on the smith machine. Oscar stood up again to help you.

“Her what?” He asked, handing you the plate.

“Love language.” You answered, still panting, and explained, “You’ve got physical touch, gift giving, quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service.” 

“Are you saying people love in specific ways?" Oscar asked, quick to process new information as always.

“Exactly. You did something nice for her, an act of service. Maybe all she wants is a nice, long phone call or maybe some texts complimenting her or something.” You shrugged and then brought up your headphones.

Oscar accepted this, knowing the last set would require music.

He watched you as you settled back under the smith machine bar and went on squatting more than his body weight. He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. He really shouldn't have been surprised at your lack of surprise. Little shocked you. That or your might’ve already known and just kept it to yourself. F1 Hospitality were a part of the Formula One Group and, therefore, were not associated to any one team. They had rotations across all teams and, therefore, every member of staff were required to sign an NDA. Not that ever did anything in this damn place.

Still, Oscar knew that you were one of the few genuine people left in this place.

He knew that there would’ve been so many opportunities where you could’ve easily done something for yourself by recounting something you had overheard while pouring Toto Wolff his coffee or serving Mattia Binotto his lunch. It was the reason why so many teams hired their own internal hospo staff.

It was also the reason why Oscar felt comfortable coming to tell you about Alpine and McLaren before he had even told his own parents, or Lily. The argument with his girlfriend had prevented him from getting any sleep, mulling it over in his mind for hours. Oscar knew you would be able to help him through it all.

And that you would be the only one awake at this godforsaken hour.

By the time you had finished your first set, he was Googling love languages and having a quick read through. 

By the time you had finished your second set, he was halfway through doing the love languages quiz.

By the time you had finished your third and final set, he was seeing what the problem was between him and Lily.

“I think Lily is words of affirmation and I'm acts of service." He said, coming up to the machine as you stepped back and pulled down your headphones. You blinked and nodded, still put of breath. "I think I forgot to check in with her and send her some compliments. Tell her I'm proud of her for getting through exams. Especially because she never is one for gifts, really."

You held out your hand to him. "There you go. Growth."

"I don't know what to do about Alpine."

"Call a lawyer."

Oscar pursed his lips and then considered this. That wouldn't be his first move but thinking about it, it was probably for the best. "That's actually a good idea."

"Isn't that why you're here?" You retorted. "Since you're not here to train. Speaking of which, the fuck is that?"

“What?” He asked and realised you were looking at his feet.

“Zak Brown isn’t going to hire you if he finds out that you’re wearing fucking thongs with socks.” You said, finally recognising the flip-flops he wore with some white socks that really needed to be washed. 

“You’ve been a great help, thanks.” Oscar smiled. You rolled your eyes and went to your gym bag. Pulling out a pair of white Adidas Sambas, you tossed them to Oscar.

“Put these on.”

“Is my footwear really that offensive to you?”

“We’ll go run the track.” You said then gestured to all of him. “It’ll help you burn all of this off.”

Oscar sighed and did as he was told. He laced up the shoes you'd given him that surprisingly fit his large feet and followed you out to the track. He used his pass to get through since a driver running the track at 5:30 in the morning would just be seen as the dedication to the grind. A Hospitality staff member would just be accused of breaking in. 

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re going through a crisis. I’ve always wanted to do a morning run on the track.” You said with a grin as the pair of you came to the starting line that, in a matter of hours, would be full of mechanics, engineers, reporters, camera crew members and, of course, drivers.  

“If I get a seat at McLaren, you can be my trainer.” Oscar said as you both started warming up into a light jog.

"Ha." You snorted. "As if you could afford me, bro."

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[burgycreeper405-blog]

here is art after days of nothin

and it's just an attempt of... whatever this is lol

you may or may not be asking. why does the human ver look so different when i can just easily copy paste the hooman ver and just edit some little stuff especially the hair?

well. for starters. he's not a robot and so he isnt in 4s' body like the hooman ver

and human ver grows out his hair/can grow hair unlike hooman ver lol so human ver has a mullet

and yes. i did look up some jschlatt fanart for this cuz of the mutton chops or whatever that's called lololol

and lastly. why doesn't human ver have a nose even tho it's "human" ver? well. i am the type of artist that can't draw noses

okay thats all bye ⚰️

[reshinless]

☆ ❝ 𝐬'𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 ❞ ⋆ genshin x reader

synopsis. general nsfw hcs with wrio (i deleted the anon ask that asked this im so sorry aaahhh

warnings. 18+, nsfw, hair pulling, dacryphilia (the title, come on), threesome mentions

author's note. i saw a fanart about wriolette on tiktok so i had inspiration to answer the ask huhu

pairings. wriothesley x gn!reader (sub & dom!wrio + sub & dom!reader)

wriothesley has a habit of pulling your hair as he pounds his member inside you, and if you've really been that naughty, he'll make you read or help him with a few documents while holding your hips down onto his shaft, forcing you to take him all in :x

oh but don't get me wrong, he likes his hair getting pulled as well, or just like, play with it while he's giving you head cause i think personally he'd be into that.

has a thing for marking you one hundred percent, can't look at me in the eyes and say to me he wouldn't (probably unaware of when he does and how he does too i swear, will apologize afterwards lol)

unintentionally pushes your head while you suck him off, just feels that good.

^^ probably girth > length, like he'd be a good 5.5 inches when soft, maybe 6.5 inches when hard, 3 inches wide but hey yk its curved to the right a little so maybe its a bit longer than we think

likes eye contact while doing allat to you, thinks it's romantic an would like to keep his eyes locked with yours while you both feel pleasure

i think he'd also like quickies, but only when he's in a certain mood; that mood being stressed out or mad. like just quickly eats you out before going back to work

unknowingly and doesn't notice he goes too rough, although when you mention it, he'll try to slow down. keyword: try

lets neuvillette join in on the fun :p i don't have anything to add on to that

both probably really into double penetration too, so mmf ngh to them iykwim, they both get to have fun (or atleast one of neuvi's cocks bc personally i think he has two)

ok later on for neuvillette hcs, aside that,

erm, i think he'd personally have a size kink, whether it'd be you being smaller than him or larger and taller, either way he's like 'meow >_<'

giddy schoolgirl wriothesley when it comes to his s/o who's taller and stronger than him and can sweep him off his feet like a little princess

aside that again im getting carried away

he definitely has a temp(erature) kink, that cryo vision not there for nothing !!!!

uses his cryo powers to see you squirm on his lap while he signs a few stacks of paperwork, maybe even cockwarm him a little

aye to the sub wriothesley fans this one's for you; he def likes being pulled by a chain, i'm just saying i don't know man, consider the thought (he has literal chains on his outfit), and with that in mind, maybe getting handcuffed (you handcuff him) doesn't sound too bad

at first look, he's not a begger, like you look at him and probably think "why would he beg"

he begs no joke

will personally get on his knees, hell even all 4s if he that desperate to let him hit

even if he's not the one getting his back blown out he still louderrr than you are,

+ he's all for teasing, and overstimulation

i like to think he's just sooo whiny for you to just take it down your throat already seeing you just teasing his tip with small licks before taking it into your mouth, brushing your fingers against the base and to the shaft every now and then

more of a 'i'll eat my cum right back out you after releasing my load inside you' but he doesn't mind fingering your and his mixed liquids out your hole

idk im alreay burnt out and out of ideas

yippee!! jjk nsfw hcs soon :p

[annievrse]

uno

satoru x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb summary: just gojo being a child again boooooo a/n: just a little blurb for u

"i can't do this," gojo exclaimed, tossing his uno cards on the coffee table in the living room of shoko's apartment.

you rolled your eyes, the drink next to you half full like the moon out the window. glancing at the pout on your boyfriend's face, you knew he was finished playing the game.

"come on!" shoko cackled, throwing her arms up. "layering +4s is allowed!"

gojo shook his head, jaw slack. "it's not!"

utahime sipped idly from her tall glass of peach margarita, phone recording the upset. shoko, who sat beside her, giggled at her screen that captured gojo crossing his arms over his chest, his pout deepening with every passing second.

"'toru," you mumbled, trying to hold back your laughter as you touched his bicep. "just draw 16."

"easy for you to say," gojo scoffed, refusing to continue playing the game. "you have two cards."

you peered down at your own hand, a blue six and a green seven in your grasp. "yeah, and?"

gojo sighed, closing his eyes like all the alcohol he had consumed had hit him at once. "i'm going to bed."

"booo!" shoko called, throwing her cards on the table too. "you're such a bitch."

"yeah, yeah," he blabbed, standing to his full height. "i'm gonna sleep in your spare room as punishment for your blatant cheating."

shoko threw her head back in exasperation. "don't you dare."

"i will, i'll do it, and you won't be able to get rid of me, ever."

"you'll miss out on the pizza we ordered, satoru," nanami piped up, placing his glass on the carpet beside his knee.

"don't care about some stupid pizza," gojo mumbled, turning to sit on the couch while pulling his sunglasses over his eyes.

the group looked around at one another, eyebrows furrowed with confusion at his sudden change in direction.

"why are you still here?" shoko asked, avoiding his eye and placing down a red 4 card.

"spite."

nanami sighed, suguru rolled his eyes, shoko scoffed, utahime covered her mouth, and you just smiled at him.

"come on, you big baby, let's go home," you laughed, standing up and reaching your hand out to him. satoru looked at your hand and then glanced at his friends, slapping his palm into yours and pulling you toward the front door.

"'toru, my stuff—"

"goodbye, losers. have fun cheating," he yelled as he shut the door.

"we'll get your bag tomorrow," satoru mumbled, his long strides carrying him down the hallway. "right now, all i need is a head scratch. i can feel a headache coming on."

[deafenedsaltwater]

Closeups w info under cut

Someone comes into Airy's office, and they get stared at, and then he misdiagnoses their issue/gives them a bunch of crackers saying, "You're hungry." No matter what you come in with, if it isn't a visible injury, Airy assumes you haven't eaten enough

Mephone4 and affiliated TAs probably run all the computer related classes as well, depending on curriculum, including coding classes, keyboarding, and classes that are just for certification (ex. Microsoft..?? Idk I took that class like last year. I miss coding classes, but the teacher SUCKED!!)

Mepad... we've all had the very, very tall TA who just wants to help, yeah? That's Mepad

Mephone4 DOES NOT want to do this with his life. He spends any time he can to watch reality TV and puts 'Just Dance' on for any grade level students

4S surprisingly would have knowledge imo. He'd call the students stupid and give them the harshest feedbsck, but he'd get the job done. Most definitely a shouter.

Floory would be along for the ride. Go, Floory, unqualified TA goals!!

Animatic runs every Psychical Ed Class. Works students to the bone, does the workouts alongside them, and still has energy to be found taking a jog after school

Crayon box's subject was an easy pick... the crayons would be TAs, I just didn't have the room for them, so I gave her the earrings !!

Popcorn sucks at his whole thing. She'll assign roles and stuff but give no notes or constructive criticism. Always arguing worthless shit over the phone in class, something wild happening every other day

Daddy Longerson is band because Sacri makes music. Also, he doesn't play an instrument. He does acappella. (Cue the elimination theme)

All of Clock's classes would start with "IT'S TIME FOR THE TIME," and then they'd say, "The world spins round, and time... time-"

Underrated X fact, also why I think of em as genderfluid >:]

X relies on positive reinforcement for teaching, whereas Four goes for verbal punishment, etc. X still isn't good at math. Just relies on Four, but the students still like X more for being nice.

Donut was probably a substitute teacher, Two is off being a luncher, Announcer may or may not be the principal. Idk, I haven't seen bfdi, bfb, tpot, etc, just algebralien comps.

[icarusredwings]

The Master does things in 4s.

A headcanon.

"Elaborate"

Oh, I will.

Tapping, knocking, steps, snacks, kisses, etc.

He's spent the last thousands of years with this beat in his head so subconsciously He's picked up some bad habits that revolve around it.

In this essay I will be-

I can argue that Simm is the worst off and that the poor guy is constantly having fits about things not being in 4s. The prime minister demands that all of his meals be in 4s. Theres only three pieces of chicken? No. He wants 4.

He doesn't sleep unless it's 4,8, or 12 hours, no in between, and gets upset if woken up at 6 or 10 hours. We already know about the tapping, but it's how he knocks on doors, how many steps he takes at a time, how he eats his snacks in rations of 4 8 12 16.

You can give him 16 chicken nuggets, but dont you DARE give him 17. He's actively flipped tables before because of this, and if he really is tired or masking, he will only eat the even number and throw the odd one at someone.

Dhawan snaps and claps in sets of 4. He humms it sometimes on beat to self soothe. His hands flap when he can't have something in 4s and religiously gives everyone 4 ice cubes in their tea. The tea gets steeped for 4 minutes or 8 minutes. He'll explode if you ask yours to be steeped for 5 6 or 7. He also has 4 books on the bedside and 8 by his desk.

Missy likes to hear her heels click 4 times as she walks and will purposly take smaller steps just so she can land on a multiple of 4. 4 tea sandwitches, 4 types of lip stick, 4 pieces of jewlery.

She even swings her umbrella 4 times when bored. Hers is a lot more tamer compared to the boys because women with these disorders often are less "hyperactive" and less likely to make a scene than men are. (Statistically)

Hell, even Sax subconsciously has an issue with it while living with 14. He applies his eyeliner twice on each eye to make 4. He forces 14 to kiss him in sets of 4, he constantly is arranging the pillows on the bed to only he 4 of them, and well- theres something else with 14 but im going to keep this post PG 13.

Now he can have 2 of things instead of 4, but some things (that don't hurt anyone) are still allowed to be 4s OR more. For example, the pillows on the bed, kisses, and ice cubes in his tea. He can now handle there being 6 pillows instead of 4, receiving a multiple of 2 kisses (10/16) instead of 4s(8/12). You have to have it on an even number, though, or he'll force another.

He doesn't know why. He just DOES. And he won't tell you "because of the beating" because to him, it's all done unconsiously-

"There needs to be 4 pillows."

"Why?"

"I- Look, I don't know, okay!? There just needs to be 4 pillows!"

But anyone with half of a brain cell (who knows about the drums) does. 14 knows and is slowly trying to get him away from emotional disregulation because of it by working towards sets of 2s instead. It's a lot more socially acceptable for sets of 2s to be done than 4s. Even regular humans want packs of 2 or dishes that comes with 2 of something, so it's a lot easier and less stressful for both the Master and everyone around him.

Now he doesn't cause a scene at McDonald's if there's a ton of ice cubes in his drink instead of 4. Thank god he doesn't count his food much anymore, either. It's why he's been able to put on a bit of weight. But still, if you give him 17 nuggets, you're getting one thrown at your head. (So 14 goes out of his way to give him an 18th)

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[lmanburgseulogy]

Lmancrew uno game yer gonna have to hear me out on this one alright . tommy swallows four cards (and counting!) while tubbo cheers him on, Fundy is writing very. fun messages on all of Jack’s cards while he’s not looking, wilbur is in the corner singing hamiltoIMMMMM KEEPING MY CARDS CLOSE TO MY CHEST . Niki has an entire hand of +4s (no she’s not cheating why would you say that) that all land on jack. and eret is looking in through the window and crying. for many reasons